The daily grind

I have been busy, busy, busy since my last posting, and not in a good way. There's something a bit iffy about this uni business, you see I thought that the deal was that you paid your fees, and in return you got a bit of paper saying 2:1 or whatever and inbetween you just larked around being ironic and having 'deep' conversations about how you can feel Jimmy Hendrix's music, when off your mash on hashish. But oh no, somebody lied to me. It transpires that you do in fact have to do a lot of hard f-king work, and produce essays at the same rate as Phillipino women produce trainers. Once you've shat out some crap about how politics is an art rather than a science, you're expected to pop one out about Marxism or Neo-Marxism or Post-Marxism or Some-bloke-in-the-street's-opinion-on-Marxism. The whole thing is a big fat conspiracy, designed to keep middle class youngsters off the streets.